The Golden Song
The rain fell upon the village of Oakhaven with the weight of old debts, drumming against the slate roofs and the muddy roads where the mud had turned to a thick, sucking clay. It was a time before the iron roads and the gas lamps, an age when the world was small and the dark was vast, and in the center of this grey expanse stood the House of the Hollow King. It was not a place of joy, but of...
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